The gourmet boss who was delayed by the end of the world

It's K again!

It seemed that he was able to live and breathe now because of K's face.

If he hadn't been so ill right now, Chen Yuan would have thrown off the quilt and left.

After Mr. Guo walked away, Tianmu returned to Chen Yuan's bedside, holding a book in his hand, and glanced at him with mixed eyes, asking: "Hey, is it better, do you want to eat?"

Those nutrients that fade out the bird?

Chen Yuan shook his head with backbone, glanced at Tianmu, "Why are you here?"

"Bring you food, and watch you by the way."

Tianmu tapped the box on the bedside table with his chin: "It was still hot when I got it. You've slept for too long and now it's probably cold. Do you want to eat it? Anyway, it's all made by you."

"I did it?"

Chen Yuan was taken aback, turned his head to look at the square box similar to a lunch box, propped up his upper body and stretched out his hand to open it to have a look - it was the chicken soup porridge he cooked that night.

Chen Yuan had long forgotten the pot of porridge, and now seeing a box of clear porridge that was completely cold, he felt a little hungry. He didn't know how long he had slept, but there were already no grains in his stomach. live.

Look at what the medical team means, they don't plan to give him any medicine, and if he doesn't eat, he doesn't know how long the cold will last.

Chen Yuan dug a large spoonful of porridge and stuffed it into his mouth, thinking that it would be cool if his heart was cold. There is no microwave oven in this place to heat it up, so if he handed it to Tianmu, he might fry the porridge again...

However, as soon as he took a mouthful of porridge, Chen Yuan's facial features wrinkled. He looked down at the porridge. There were a few chopped green onions embedded in it. It seemed that the porridge was just added today. The porridge had been tampered with.

Almost killed him.

With a bitter face, Chen Yuan went to Tianmu to beg for water, and after recovering, he asked: "Tianmu, did you add salt to the porridge? If you don't understand, can you stop messing around, I just have a little salt, I can't stand it." wasteful."

Tianmu tilted his head, looked at the box of porridge, and wondered: "Is this porridge? I asked K what it was, but he still refused to tell me mysteriously."

"K?"

Chen Yuan suddenly remembered the scene in his dream, his expression changed a few times, he sat back on the bed in silence, picked up the box of deadly cold porridge, and slowly swallowed it spoonful by spoonful.

When he got sick, his self-control weakened, and Chen Yuan's mind was like a train station during the Spring Festival travel season, with gongs and drums blaring and noisy.

-Why did you dream of K?

-Fortunately, I put the porridge in the refrigerator that night, so I can eat it now.Cool can cool down, and a little salty just adds salt.

- It feels a little weird to dream about a big man.

- Tianmu said 'look at you', which means someone told her to 'look at', who called it?Definitely K.

- A cold is caused by bacteria, and it’s just eating something unclean...Damn it, it’s just porridge, right?

-Wait, K also ate porridge, is he sick?

Thinking of this, Chen Yuan suddenly raised his head, and was about to ask Tianmu, but she said first: "Are you okay by yourself? I want to visit my apprentice, who is next door."

"Oh, it's okay, I'll feel better when the temperature cools down."

After Chen Yuan finished speaking, the topic changed: "What about K, is he not sick?"

"K? What's wrong with him?"

Tianmu tightened his cloak, and when he turned around, he was still muttering: "You two care about each other, K has been guarding you here for a long time, in case you wake up hungry, and went to District 5 to get porridge... um , are available materials.”

material?

Chen Yuan listened, and quickly raised his head to threaten her: "Don't write it into your novel! I didn't authorize it!"

Tianmu was walking towards the door, and when he heard this, he snorted coldly, fully expressing the pride of the people in the last days who don't know what copyright law is.

"Oh, wait a minute!"

Chen Yuan called Tianmu to stop, "You said to see the apprentice? What apprentice?"

"The one who learned to write novels from me is also in your infrastructure team,"

Tianmu turned around and replied, "Zhang Xiaosheng, do you know him?"

Xiao Zhang from the infrastructure team!

Chen Yuan chuckled: "I just said, what is he doing next door? Can't copy "Water Margin" because of illness?"

"Copy what, that's called borrowing!"

Tianmu rolled his eyes at him, and was very disdainful: "Writing about literati, can it be counted as plagiarism? He is changing the medicine, do you want to go and have a look?"

Chen Yuan lay with his back stiff. Now that he ate salty porridge and drank enough water, his energy recovered a lot. He slowly lifted the quilt and raised his finger: "Go, see Xiao Zhang."

Zhang Xiaosheng is a kind-faced young man, with a smile showing two rabbit teeth. When he caught sight of Tianmu, he was waiting to remove the gauze. He excitedly raised his intact left hand and waved at her: "Master! Why are you here?"

"Look at my friend. Is your hand feeling better?"

"It's much better! The doctor gave me a painkiller every day, and I can fall asleep at night!"

Zhang Xiaosheng turned around with a smile, and showed the blood-oozing gauze to Tianmu: "Look, the bleeding is much less today, and there is no more pus."

Chen Yuan walked into the dressing room with a look on his face, and stood a few meters away from the two of them as if he had been slapped in the face. He stared blankly at Xiao Zhang's half right arm wrapped in gauze. blood.

This is Xiao Zhang from the infrastructure team.

Storytelling adds oil and vinegar, and there are so many Xiao Zhangs who are so private.

A nurse came in with a tray, bent over to inspect Xiao Zhang's severed arm, whispered something to him, turned around and opened the curtain with a snap.

Tianmu retreated to Chen Yuan's side, saw his shocked face, and elbowed him: "Why, did you recognize the wrong person?"

"No... that's right."

Chen Yuan struggled to find his voice, and walked out of the dressing room with Tianmu. After a long time, he asked again: "How did he hurt his hand?"

"In the previous zombie siege, he was caught by the city wall and his entire lower right arm was torn off."

Tianmu said lightly, with a normal tone as if he was chatting about the weather: "Fortunately, the medical team dealt with it in time, and his life is also fatal. He didn't get infected with KD, and only lost half of his arm."

Chen Yuan opened his mouth and closed it, closed it and opened it again. After repeating it several times, he asked, "How long ago was that? Why is the wound still bleeding?"

"It's been half a year, I remember it was spring."

Tianmu glanced at Chen Yuan, "There's not enough medicine, he can't die from trauma like that, he will only use the lowest dose of anti-inflammatory drugs. There were too many injured people at that time, and the fracture was not treated well for him, and the root cause of the disease has fallen."

Not enough medicine?

Only then did Chen Yuan suddenly realize that there are so many people in the eco-city, only the medical team does not have a pharmaceutical factory, so where do the medicines come from?Minor illnesses such as headaches and brain fever can support themselves, but what about serious illnesses?

"All the medicines in the city are distributed by the Federation?"

As soon as Chen Yuan said this, he knew the answer.

Sure enough, Tianmu gave him a look of 'what a stupid question', and replied: "Of course it is from the federation, otherwise how can we get medicine? But the federation only gives common medicines, and special medicines need to be reported by the city lord. This process may not be approved after half a year."

The medical team is located near the city gate. It is a three-story old building remodeled. The floor space is high. The sun shines in through the corridor windows, and the fine dust is flying in the beams of light. trees, lush.The playful laughter of children flew in, and with the bright sunlight, it was a peaceful scene.

However, Chen Yuan felt a bone-chilling chill.

At this moment, he finally understood why Dr. Guo disliked giving him medicine so much. His little cold was really not worth it.

Chen Yuan glanced across the wards on both sides of the corridor, and his voice became hoarse: "Are there many sick people in the city?"

"many."

Tianmu nodded affirmatively: "Young and unburdened people would have left long ago to find a big eco-city. Those left behind are old, weak, sick and disabled. Many chronic patients have no cure and can only live on painkillers."

In a town with more than 1 people, the total number of medical staff is less than 50. This ratio is murder.

No wonder K would ask him 'should I go or should I stay'.

Why did you ask him this kind of question, the cook?

Chen Yuan walked forward absent-mindedly, turned a corner along the corridor, and was suddenly pulled by Tianmu. The little girl sternly yelled, "I stepped on the yellow line, watch carefully!"

As soon as Chen Yuan lowered his head, he saw three very thick yellow lines, lined with a few black ink characters: No entry.

The strong vigilance made Chen Yuan startled. He looked up and found a thick iron gate in front of him, with only two simple letters on it: GC.

"Where is this?"

There are no windows in the corridor on this side, under the blue light of day, Chen Yuan shivered inexplicably.

The third eye pulled him away quickly, and gave him a dissatisfied look: "Can't read? GasChamber."

After a while, she whispered again: "Badam's sister was sent in there...she was infected when she was rescued, and she was sent in at the end of the first term."

Although Chen Yuan didn't understand the meaning of those two words, he had already guessed about seven or eight points. The chills spread from his back to his whole body, his feet seemed to be stepped on cotton, and he was pulled back to the ward by Tianmu as if his soul had come out of his body.

Seeing the hospital bed with his name tag on it, Chen Yuan secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

Great.

He said in his heart, if I don't lie down, I will pass out.

At this time, an arm was suddenly placed in front of Chen Yuan, K frowned and looked at him: "Where did you go, why do you look so bad?"

The author has something to say: emmm, if I still say that this is a sand sculpture gourmet article, you...would you believe it?

See you on Thursday, the bald head is saving the manuscript...

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